"One of the most calming and powerful actions you can do to intervene in a stormy world is to stand up and show your soul. Struggling souls catch light from other souls who are fully lit and willing to show it."
- by Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Poets United

This is my Mom, I think the age of the photo or the chair, makes her hair look auburn. It wasn't, it was dark
brown. We were at camp, so I'd say, she is 30-31 here. We use to rent a camp for a week on Swan Lake, when I was nine, ten, and eleven yrs old, we use to rent a camp for a week on Swan Lake. Dad then to trade his motorcycle for a boat; This way the whole family could go to the lake. This was back in the days, when areas were more remote, secluded. There was a beach, everyone called Walker's Beach. You could walk miles through the woods to get there or by boat. We spent a lot of weekend's at this spot. It wasn't private, I'd say, 4-5 families would be there. It now is a state park.

I chose My Mom, reflecting my time with her, growing up. She nurtured me, like I was her prized rose (oh, yeah, I was). ;-D She is the last rose of summer; This is what my Dad called her since her birthday is this month. On the last day of summer, She will turn 70 yrs young.

25 comments:

This is a fantastic tribute to your mom. She sounds absolutely wonderful! I love the metre and rhyme ofthis poem very much, and all of the memories are wonderfully expressed. Your mom must be so proud of her "prize Rose":)!! Great response to the prompt. I love it.

A wonderful and loving tribute to the mother you so clearly adored, Ellie! I particularly like the gardening analogy of her helping you "pull sad weeds" and plant "inspiring seeds". I have no doubt she was proud of how very well you did learn to fly...

i like the picture of your mom, I like the idea to remember someone.. I want to do.. it we should include it in the face yourself meme... I love your poem.. it's so descriptive... and I love poems that rhyme...Did you give her a copy.. or will you for her birthday.. please do..

Just stopping by again, as your mother's birthday approaches. I had thought the last day of summer was September 20, but my calendar says September 22. I wonder if you will show her this poem. It would make a wonderful birthday present.

Becky-Thank you; It did, I had the childhood she wanted. Hers was difficult.

Mary-When I was a child, her birthday was the last day of summer 21st ; Her brother's the first day of fall,the 22nd. I use to think spring was March 21st, too. I tend to go by the calendar when I was little. Yes, I sent her the poem, I printed this off and enclosed it in her B-day pkg via mail. Thank you, it was so nice of you~

Dasuntoucha-Thank you, she was cool!

Lee-She is prettier on the inside;-D Thank you!

Julie-Thank you,it means a lot~! xXx

DianeT-Thank you, so kind of you!

Eileen-Thank you; I hope this means you have a wonderful mom and many touching memories~

LTM-I think she will; I think I will get one of those phone calls. I received your pkg and then she will read it while I'm on the phone, I should know tomorrow~ She savors her mail and can keep a candy bar for 6months. I am nothing like that...I can be slow and savor stuff, but...

Stephen-That was so sweet! We would be lost :-D

Hart-Thank you; YOU are good! I have more of my Dad's humor in me! My Mom n' brother are more alike, both Virgo's. I'm the Bull in the China closet(so the horoscope says ;-D)

Lisa-You should try it; I gave her a copy for her birthday! I hope she receives it tomorrow~Thank you! Let me know when...no hurry, if you are busy!

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I am a Mother, of 2 wonderful children, a son and a daughter, I'm a Navy spouse, College
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Considering Culinary school, making my own magazine, and decorating Elizabeth City with chalk and fortune cookie sayings!